He scrunched his face in disgust when he stood in front of the mirror, arms exposed, scars scattered. Not all were self inflicted. His cerulean orbs caught sight of one, it was fading. It had been made in a jagged line, so it's fading only made it seem as if it was running away. Unlike the pain.
That was here to stay.
If he couldn't escape, he wouldn't allow many thing to.
Just a slice, just a little.
Maybe a little more.
And some more.
Yes, blood may drop onto the floor, but now you're not alone right? You have all of us.....
The scars seemed to speak.
Sacrificing keeps you young, Louis. Do it.
Go on.
A little more, Louis.
They seemed to start yelling at him.
PETER PAN! PETER PAN!
THE USELESS BOY...
Who never had a plan.
Louis was stuck. Stuck in this life, this body, this era of torture.
He really was Peter Pan.
Peter Pan...was clinically depressed.
Staying young.
Escaping reality.
The only difference between him and Louis.
Peter Pan escaped.
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Well, first and foremost this book will be triggering and depressing. I'm warning you of what's to come. I recommend 13 + to read.
Secondly, I am in no way affiliated with Louis Tomlinson or One direction.
Thirdly,
This book is mine. Straight from my mind, event he darkest depths of it, but my mind. Though in hope you enjoy it, donor steal it or copy it. Copyright is a powerful thing.
Fourthly + lastly,
Enjoy ,
Anne x •
